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Sometimes it’s funny—people ghostin’ left n’ right, poof! “I didn’t sign up for this,” I mutter, laughin’. Reminds me of Cronenberg’s line—“You’re tryin’ to hide, Joey!” Hidin’ who they really are on them apps! Once saw a dude post a pic—shirtless, flexin’, but oops, his mom’s in the back yellin’! Busted! Had me dyin’, like, “Bro, you’re so done!” Sex-dating’s a gamble—half the time it’s “What the hell?” other half it’s “Oh, hello there!”

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Santarcangelo. On the relations of desire, dance, fragmentation, love (as communality) and time. July 7th | PM — PM Festival.

Finally, I get to the boutique on Piazza Ganganelli. It’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to style this bride-to-be, and she’s freaking out about her dress. I mean, it’s gorgeous, but she’s like, “I need it to be perfect!” Honey, it’s already perfect! But no, she wants to add more lace, more bling. I’m like, “Chill, it’s not a Christmas tree!”

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